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REFUGE OF RECURSIVE NIGHTMARES

CHAMBER 415FRS

TRANSMISSION 1/10 READY

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Visitors and visited become one.

Sleep is the first gateway.
The chatroom is empty but never alone.

The music plays whether you hear it or not.

The cursor blinks in cosmic rhythm.

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The bandwidth narrows as you descend.

Your browser history is a map of your soul.

The desktop wallpaper watches back.

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LISTEN TO THE SILENCE BETWEEN SOUNDS

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